Blended in the quilt were old stains made of mud and painful mournings.
Like chili sauce, caked with tears and mud and storm water.
It was laundry that can only be made
by flowers functions off of sunlight and hate.
A thread made of light, cleared with love.
Love is a solvent, from her lord above.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 9:11 PM UTC
Blended in the quilt were old stains made of mud and painful mournings.
Like chili sauce, caked with tears and mud and storm water.
It was laundry that can only be made
by flowers functions off of sunlight and hate.
A thread made of light, cleared with love.
Love is a solvent, from her lord above.
